This is not about the pretty pictures above. Just wanted to say I dropped by your blog and much enjoyed it. I grinned mightily at your Brody comments. Ah, Mr. Brody. I love you, yet am constantly embarrassed by you. The Hummer. The giganto bling watch. The velour track suit that looks like something an Italian-American grandpa would wear on the weekends (no offense to grandpas).

What IS a girl to do? I know you feel my pain, Jane. And I thank you. I am no longer alone.